I write, because this is the only way that I can exist, the only way that I can search my sense for the world and the existence. I write, because I need to be able to understand and realise the very moment I live. To be able to engrave it to my soul to the extend of pain.to transform it into poetical word and poetry. Into beauty. The beauty we are searching when we write. We might need to pass our pen through cruelty and violence through endless pain, but it is beauty that our soul is looking for in Justice, in Love and Harmony.
I take the raw event be it historical or not, exactly as it was made by time, with its blood almost still wet on it, I take it in my hands and I try to find on it what is not visible, the tiny details which are actually the most essential, so that I can enlighten it to its utmost depth, to appease it, to complete it both in time and in my soul.
I can say today, that this is the reason why I wrote all I have written. This is the reason I still write. In order to find that which is invisible. To reach the Unspoken, the Concealed. To reach the very heart of the Mystery. In order to enter into the places forbidden by logic. In places metaphysical like the ones, in “The Angel of Ashes”, to commit the Hubris in order to reach a different truth and to reveal this different truth. And what I give, what I gave to others, to the reader, returns back to me. You can only earn yourself by giving it. Thus, my soul, scattered into pieces becomes a whole, becomes stronger. The Truth that you give away, makes you feel strong. Even if this truth can have many faces. You give your own in order to free yourself. Knowledge frees us. Truth frees us - even if it is only our own version of truth.
At this point in time, and with all the books that I have written, regardless of their fate, in our rejective world , I can now see clearly that. What you give is your real power! Or, what you give, is what you own.
Because when a book is writen with this intuitive agony, it completes any event or part of life that we have seen with our elliptical vision. That we have experienced with our elliptical senses. It adds and completes it, by giving to it the metaphysical dimensions, and it enlightens its hidden mystery. This procedure first of all enriches the writer. It enriches you who writes. It enriches me.
There, this is the reason why I wrote. To enrich my soul. To be able to see beyond.